The animal I have was the gift of Marshal Keith.

That being so, you will see that I could not part with it.
The only solution, therefore, that occurs to me is to beg you to add to your kindness, by taking care of the one that I send back to you by the bearer, until I return to Dresden; or find means to send for it, in the event of one of the others being killed.
"The only fault with your gifts is that they ought to be kept for state reviews, or grand occasions; for it seems wrong to take such noble creatures into the midst of a heavy fire.

I am sure that I shall feel more nervous, lest a ball should injure my horse, than I shall do for my own safety." When he had folded and sealed this, he handed it to Karl, who had followed shortly after him.
"I am sending back one of the horses, Karl, and asking the count to take care of it for me, until I return or send for it.

Do you see any difference between them ?" "It would be hard to pick the best, lieutenant.

They both struck me as being perfect in all points--both are four years old." "Well then, you must take one at random, Karl.